San Francisco
cliffs on the hill
resolve to become buildings
mountains in air become
glass steel towers
reflecting light
everywhere
clouds rolling
nothing stops them
Labels: photography, poem
posted by Art Durkee at 11:29 AM
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
cliffs on the hill
resolve to become buildings
mountains in air become
glass steel towers
reflecting light
everywhere
clouds rolling
nothing stops them
About Me
- Name: Art Durkee
- Location: Nomadic, Western and Midwestern, United States
A wandering musician, artist, and writer, traveling across the face of the earth and sharing what is encountered. Has won awards for music composition, visual art, and creative writing.
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- Things Acquired Along the Way
- Great Basin
- Bristlecone Pines
2 Comments:
The last two images are real eye-grabbers. The poem works well with them.
Thanks, Dave.
As this series progresses and I review the photos, the poems that I've included here are written FOR the photos, or afterwards, as it were. I could be a series big enough for a book: photos and haiku. We'll see if that goes anywhere.
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